Saturday, May 21, 2011

Find My Navel So That It Will Exist

More Planet pieces and then I will stop. She had prom last night, graduates a week from Tuesday, so won't have access to a kiln until August at K, so no more until December and what she brings home. Sorry for the shittier quality of the photos - I can't find the portfolio these are in on the pc, so I took photos just now.

Once I start a bleggalgaze I need finish it. K asks me, you have how many active blogs? and I say it depends what you mean by active but I say three, the one you know, the one I do drafts on so if I fuck up and hit publish instead of saved the fuck-up doesn't speed-feed, a third I originally set up to write about blogging (it does fascinate me) but I've ended up in a doublefucking bleggalgazing loop, not a bad thing, just not what I had intended.

I listened again last night to Kate Bush's latest where she reworks songs already hard-wired in my brain, and, while it disturbs me down to the marrow level I can't help hehhing at how great a Lord irony is, me a blegger who earns his pings singing the same song differently today than yesterday complaining about reworking.

I don't understand Obama's play on Israel. The only way I can read it is as a clumsy ploy for the Arab Street in those oil producing countries whose leaders will continue or begin killing their citizens in the with American made weapons and America's best interest at heart. Oh.

This is how much schway United has - the metro station next to RFK will be closed Sunday while there's a game at five. I'm not going anyway - it's a friendly, and I feel no moral imperative to attend friendlies - but how fucked up are people who are.

American Pastoral is an exception to a long career of wanking. Not enough to forgive him for the rest tyvm. Also Planet's stuff totally rawks. That third piece reminds me of most of the men I work with. A bit creepy that.